Moonlit Manners[joining thread]

She was quiet for a moment, before slowly opening her eyes. Someones watching. There was a small chuff. And waiting...

Slowly, the dark wolf lifted her head, though, if it were shady enough, it would seem as if a black, frothy mass had moved rather than a wolf. She met eyes with the beautiful young shield maiden, and instantly flattened her ears back in slight submission. Ah... the scent of the nearby pack... I did venture too close...

The large-iris'ed shade flattened her ears further against her head, but slowly stood up. She began to take cautious, tentative steps away from the tree, sidestepping as to not close ground between the two, rather just trying to find running space, should she need it. Nightshade's muscles rippled smoothly under her black pelt, showing that she could hold her own, though it was obvious the two-year-old did not wish to fight.

She silently waited for the reaction.